Free Write Purge

Doctor has me off work for today & tomorrow. I follow-up with them on Wednesday. I think it is time to work on some writing projects. A little photo editing, perhaps? Tea in my cup. Brownies in the oven. I am thinking of that moon this morning at 6:45 am. It was large! Lopsided. Almost full. If I were to train for yet another career what would it be?

The moon is like a lop-sided egg. A potato chip moon, organic with a dash of sea salt and turmeric, because the moon is a mellow yellow. The moon chants drive away, a way up this hill there is a promise on the other side.

Whispering.

Wind.

South Westerly breezes have rivers running early. The dogwood is red and willow is gold. I hear cardinals singing. It is leap year and only the sixth day of February.

My daughter  turns 27 on Tuesday.

And I am off work.

But have back pain.

I want to go to the park with my daughter and swing high, laughing, at potato chip moon as it grows full.

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About kimnixon

Upper Peninsula Michigan Artist and Writer

Posted on February 6, 2012, in Memory and Memoir. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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